Golden Hour
Eyes on the road, the wheel in your hands
Tiny freckles behind shades
Hair floating in the wind, warm light on pale skin
Your hands are reaching for mine,
The air is golden
The perfect moment is already gone
But somehow endless
The white walls in my room
Tired eyes under the sheets
Afraid of the thunder, which might never come
Your hands reaching for mine,
And the air is golden
The perfect moment is already gone but
Somehow endless
For such a thing I‘ve been searching so long
There‘s nothing like this
It‘s the
Golden hour, babe
You‘re my golden hour, you are
Golden hour, babe
You‘re my golden hour, you are
All this struggle that we have to solve
All this fear and the pain we oppose
Every time you helped me through
It was a rough year
But somehow we made it
The perfect moment is already gone but
Somehow endless
For such a thing I‘ve been searching so long
but there‘s nothing like this
It‘s the
Golden hour, babe
You‘re my golden hour, you are
Golden hour, babe
You‘re my golden hour, you are